Chickens

A couple years ago, I got chickens. That's Eowyn, Deborah, Athena, Joan, and Asha. (Left to right.) I named them after lady warriors.

At first they lived in my bathroom. Once they got a couple weeks old and it was about warm enough, I put the in a box and carried thm out for their first outing. They loved it!

"We're outside!" they cheered.

They were so small and fuzzy! That's my Giant's Foot in the background.

Floofs!

Here's Deborah... Prolly a week or so older. Chickens have good eye sight, and love all things sparkley. So getting pics is easy. They want to grab the sorcery that is my phone.

They grew up super snuggley, with Eowyn sporting a bonus teenage mohawk. (She's a cream legbar breed. The most punk rock of the chickens.)

Joan came into her own too! Here we see her in the classic chicken pose: Standing around. (She's a Dominique breed. One of the oldest here in the US.)

This hawk-looking lady is a sleepy Deborah. She was (and still is) by far the snuggliest of the chickens. She used to crawl in my lap and zonk out all the time. Chicks are very sleepy. And if they feel warm and safe in their environment, they will just drop asleep, head to the ground, right where they are. That also means they have to learn to roost (sleep on their perches.) When they're babies, they fall off! We put their first bars just a few inches off the ground.